Frazier," Valentine told him. "I know this is a rankin' shock to you." How could I have been in a coma for thirty-eight years? That's crazy!" You were...not exactly in a coma, Mr. Frazier," Jerico cut in at that point. "That was maybe a fucked up choice of words. You were in a state of cryogenic cooling."His head was swimming as he tried to cope with all of this; with the grief of being told that Annie was dead, with being told that his child was an adult, and finally, that forty years had gone. "The naïve boy that I am, I was pissed at him the next morning. We were waiting around for something in the lobby, and he starts making calls. I'm thinking he's calling home. Nope, this Midwest boy has serious contacts there in LA. He was calling, honest to God, models," Hunter said now on a roll. "Back me up on this Ridge, you saw one of them." What was her name?" Ridge asked me."Are you talking about Sage the ballerina, or Rose the Latin goddess?" I shot back, knowing full well it was Rose,. Additionally, many exotic silks (no doubt spun from the Goddess herself) hung from the walls, giving the secret church something of a “parlor” appearance.Also hanging from the rafters, was an elaborate silken spiderweb that Thorvik recognized it for what it was: a map of local trading routes ! Proof that the Spider Goddess had been behind the recent acts of robbery, sabotage and espionage that had plagued the supply caravans of the Northern Kingdoms.Thorvik almost felt a grudging respect for. We pull away and I'm left panting, gazing into your eyes.You start carrying me upstairs so I caress every part of you I can, my lips kissing and sucking your face and neck. We reach my bed and you throw me down on my back, taking your shirt off to reveal your beautifull body. You lean down over me, pinning me with your weight, holding my arms above my head. Once again our lips meet and our tongues twirl around each other.You pull my lingerie over my head, revealing my hard little dick straining.